Eyes..

They say beauty is a sight to behold. Or so Ive been told. Her eyes like tinted windows to the soul. Dark thoughts, hidden memories unfold like painted dreams. Still, to her fantasy is a beautiful nightmare. No one cares if there is pain in her glare. A quiet storm with rainy tears. Forced to focused on the physical, too scared to match her stare.They dont understand her life, so its her drive they fear....but yet and still...her vision is clear. And even when they're closed, one eye stays open. I suppose its fate that most will never know your beauty beyond the little things you expose. A ghetto rose raised in a concrete desert. A queen chased by peasants. Sought after for forbidden pleasure. Her heart a hidden treasure. Passion with no measure. Like siren songs. Her eyes bring you along. And you gladly drown for a moment while lost in the depths of her eyes... sinking into her ocean.... #poemsbyesco